The rise of the sect: I am the most enduring child in the world of immortality

Hearing the words of Elder Qingli.

Ye Yang's pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven and ghosts is finally about to begin.

The reason why he hid his identity and quietly sneaked into the famous Yubao Tower was precisely for this important matter of offering sacrifices to heaven and ghosts.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was a little solemn. Elder Qingli stared at Ye Yang quietly without saying a word. He just paused slightly, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Ye Yang to take the initiative to say his next request.

However, the development of things was far beyond his expectations.

The person in front of him was silent for a moment and said nothing. The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

This sudden silence made Elder Qingli feel that he was in a passive situation.

He couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart. After all, in the Yubao Tower, he was the one who had the final say.

As he is the Dharma Real Man, countless people try their best to please him.

But today, I never thought that I would be controlled psychologically like this by the person in front of me.

However, Elder Qingli has practiced for many years after all, and his state of mind is far superior to that of ordinary people.

Soon, he adjusted his mood and put that slight displeasure behind him.

For a cultivator at his level, these external disputes are not worth taking too seriously.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, breaking the slightly awkward silence.

"I know that Fellow Daoist Bai's alchemy skills are unparalleled in the world, so I plan to recommend Fellow Daoist to represent Yubao Tower in the Heavenly Sacrifice Ghost Canon."

As he spoke, Elder Qingli gently waved his wide sleeves, a black light flashed, and an inky black token slowly floated in the air.

This token has a simple shape, black and red in color, and is engraved with complex and mysterious runes. It exudes a chilling and cold aura that seems to be able to penetrate the human soul.

"This is the token of participation in the Heavenly Sacrifice Ghost Ceremony. With it, you can enter the forbidden area of ​​the dynasty and participate in this supreme ceremony that only happens once in a hundred years."

Elder Qingli stared at Ye Yang with deep eyes and spoke slowly.

"I know very well that your method of refining elixirs is unmatched in this world. I will give you this opportunity."

Ye Yang's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, fixed tightly on the token, and his heart was like a raging storm that could not be calmed for a long time.

You know, this Heaven Sacrifice and Ghost Code is quite rare, especially this time's Heaven Sacrifice and Ghost Code. The Dayun Dynasty only distributed the token internally and rarely released it to others.

Even Ye Yang, who was a guest official of the Heavenly Court of the Dayun Dynasty, did not receive the token, which shows how rare it is.

Otherwise, he would not have chosen the Yubao Tower and lurked here for such a long time.

Now, Elder Qingli actually bestowed it upon himself. The meaning behind this was self-evident.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out his hand and took the token steadily.

A bone-chilling chill instantly spread wherever I touched, as if I were holding a piece of black ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, and the chill penetrated deep into my bones.

"Thank you for your kindness and trust, Elder. I will do my best to live up to your expectations."

Ye Yang's voice bowed slightly.

Elder Qingli nodded slightly, his eyes deep and distant, as if he could see through Ye Yang's heart.

"Go ahead. The festival is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly. You need to make all preparations as soon as possible."

Ye Yang bowed deeply again, then turned slowly and walked away with steady steps.

Returning to the quiet and silent room, Ye Yang gently closed the door, isolating himself from the noise of the outside world. He sat cross-legged on the soft cushion, slightly closed his eyes, and fell into a brief meditation.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

He reached into his arms and pulled out an exquisite jade box.

This jade box is as white as jade, with a warm and delicate texture, exuding a soft and charming luster. The surface is carved with fine and exquisite patterns, and there is a faint lively light flowing through it, which is magnificent.

Ye Yang carefully opened the jade box, and a rich and mellow medicinal fragrance quickly spread like a tide, and the rich aroma instantly filled the entire quiet room.

He looked down and saw a ginseng with a golden color lying in the jade box.

The ginseng whiskers are winding and coiled like dragon whiskers, with graceful and agile posture, and a lively aura faintly flashing on the surface, as if this ginseng has its own life and soul, exuding vigorous vitality.

What is even more amazing is that a small flower bud has grown on the top of the ginseng. The petals are lavender and a faint light emanates from them. It is like a dream and so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

"Ten thousand year old ginseng..."

Ye Yang murmured in a low voice, with a hint of surprise and shock in his eyes.

Although he had been on the path of cultivation for many years and had seen many rare and precious elixirs, this was the first time in his life that he had seen a thousand-year-old ginseng of such excellent quality and great age.

This ginseng can not only quickly replenish qi and blood, making people physically strong and energetic, but it is also the versatile magical object that alchemists dream of.

Whether it is refining high-level elixirs that can improve the realm of cultivation, or making elixirs for healing, detoxification, and bringing the dead back to life, it can play a vital role and is an indispensable and precious material in the alchemy process.

"The Netherworld Family was willing to give this item to me, probably to express their gratitude for saving their ancestor..."

The fact that the other party was able to produce this thousand-year-old ginseng clearly showed that they were deeply grateful to him.

He closed the jade box carefully and put it in his arms.

The next moment, he waved his hand, and a tall immortal puppet appeared in front of him.

This immortal puppet is golden all over, extremely hard, and its surface is densely engraved with intricate and mysterious runes.

Although his aura was powerful, he was in a rather miserable state after the previous battle with the Black Sin Peacock King, especially on his chest. There was a shocking deep crack that almost went through his entire torso, as if he had been torn apart by an irresistible force.

The limbs are covered with fine cracks like spider webs. These cracks are intertwined with each other, faintly flashing with a strange five-colored divine light. The light seems to have life, constantly flickering and jumping.

It seemed as if there was an evil and strange power lurking in it, corroding the Immortal Puppet's solid black iron body bit by bit.

Ye Yang's brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character, his eyes were solemn and worried, as if he could see through the tragic situation of the internal erosion of the Immortal Puppet.

This immortal puppet was certainly not easy to obtain. It was made using the mysterious immortal puppet-making method in the longevity barrier, and its power is extremely strong.

However, the Black Sin Peacock King was indeed extraordinary. Although the Immortal Puppet successfully blocked the opponent's fierce offensive with his tenacious strength, he paid a heavy price.

Even the Immortal Puppet's strong body seemed so fragile in front of it, unable to withstand the indestructible force.

"The Heavenly Sacrifice Ghost Ceremony is coming up, so it still needs to be repaired..."

Ye Yang murmured to himself, his voice low and with a hint of heartache.

He slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched the hideous crack on the chest of the Immortal Puppet.

As soon as his fingertips touched, a burning stinging sensation quickly spread throughout his arm like an electric current. The five-colored divine light was still raging in the cracks, trying to destroy everything.

After a moment of silence, Ye Yang took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and opened the jade box he had just put away.

The moment he opened the jade box, a medicinal fragrance so strong that it seemed to intoxicate the soul quickly spread like a tide.

In the reflection of candlelight, the golden color of the thousand-year-old ginseng in the box appears particularly dazzling.

Ye Yang took out the ginseng without any hesitation.

He flipped his palm lightly, and the Three Treasures Spirit River roared and rose up in his hand.

Then the Sanbao Ling River roared and quickly swept the thousand-year-old ginseng into it.

Ye Yang's technique is extremely skillful and exquisite, and he completely extracts the essence of it just right.

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As time slowly passed, the ginseng was washed away by the Sanbao Ling River, and its impurities were washed away, turning into a ball of golden liquid emitting a soft light.

There is a faint spiritual light flowing in this ball of liquid.

Then, Ye Yang looked focused and determined as he quickly formed seals with his hands. Mysterious and complex runes flew out from his fingertips and accurately hit the golden liquid.

Under the influence of the rune, the liquid began to gradually condense and slowly formed a thumb-sized pill.

This pill is crystal clear, like a dazzling gem, with a faint purple light flowing on its surface.

"go!"

Ye Yang growled, his voice carrying an unquestionable majesty.

He quickly injected the pill in his hand into the crack on the chest of the Immortal Puppet.

As soon as the elixir came into contact with the body of the Immortal Puppet, it melted quickly like ice and snow, turning into countless tiny golden spots of light.

These spots of light were like lively elves, spreading rapidly along the cracks. Wherever they went, the originally raging five-colored divine light quickly melted like ice and snow meeting fire, disappearing without a trace.

And that hideous crack began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if time was flowing backwards, and the body of the Immortal Puppet was gradually regaining its former strength.

At the same time, the body of the Immortal Puppet trembled slightly, as if it felt Ye Yang's treatment, and made a weak response.

Those runes that were originally dim now lit up again. As the spiritual light flowed, the aura of the Immortal Puppet gradually regained its former strength and majesty.

Seeing this, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved smile finally appeared on his tense face.

"Everything is fine..."

Feeling that the Immortal Puppet's breath was gradually recovering, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief with a hint of relief.

During this period of time.

Inside the Yubao Tower, noisy voices surged like a tide, and the bustling monks filled the huge hall.

The pavilion, which is usually quiet and elegant, is specially shrouded in a lively atmosphere. The air is filled with the exotic aroma of various elixirs, mixed with the whispered conversations between the monks, forming a unique and vibrant atmosphere.

In front of the counter, several waiters were so busy that their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat.

Their hands never stopped working, as they handed out bottle after bottle of pills. The spirit stones they received in exchange piled up like a mountain, sparkling with alluring light under the candlelight.

"How much of this 'Three Treasures All-Purifying Cream' is left? I want them all!"

A middle-aged monk in a gray robe finally squeezed to the front of the counter and spoke loudly, instantly attracting the attention of everyone around him.

Everyone looked sideways, with curiosity and scrutiny in their eyes.

"I'm really sorry, but the Sanbao Wanying Pills have all been sold out. The next batch of pills will be available in three days."

The guy said apologetically while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The middle-aged monk frowned tightly, with an obvious look of displeasure on his face and a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

But he also knew that there was nothing that could be done about it, so he didn't say anything more. He just snorted lightly, turned around and squeezed into the crowded crowd again.

Similar scenes were repeated over and over in Yubao Tower.

Ye Yang stood quietly beside the railing on the second floor, looking down at the bustling crowd below, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of worry in his eyes.

During this period of time, Yubaolou's business has been surprisingly good and extremely popular.

A large number of foreign monks poured in here like a tide. Without thinking too much, Ye Yang knew that they all came for the upcoming Heavenly Sacrifice and Ghost Ceremony.

Especially healing items like Sanbao Wanying Dan, they are in absolute short supply.

Among these cultivators, there are independent cultivators; there are also masters from major sects. They have powerful sects as backing, and their strength should not be underestimated.

There are even some old monsters that have been hiding in the darkness for many years. They are like dormant tigers. Once they take action, they will surely set off a bloody storm.

"It seems that the scale of this Heavenly Sacrifice and Ghost Ceremony is larger than any previous one..."

Ye Yang muttered to himself, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

That evening.

Ye Yang had just finished refining a batch of Sanbao Wanying Ointment.

At this moment, a violent whistling sound suddenly came from afar. The sound was like thunder, deafening, and instantly drowned out all the noise in Yubao Tower.

Everyone seemed to be under a spell. They stopped what they were doing, raised their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

That is where the imperial palace of Dayun Dynasty is located.

The whistling sound lasted for a few breaths, then gradually weakened and finally dissipated into the air.

Instead, there was a majestic and low voice, which seemed to be rolling in from the sky, carrying an irresistible power.

"The Heavenly Ghost Sacrifice Ceremony begins!"

Ye Yang walked to the window and looked at the environment outside.

Outside the Yubao Tower, the sky was gloomy, and thick dark clouds covered the entire sky like a huge curtain.

"It's time to get going."

Ye Yang walked down the stairs, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night. (End of this chapter)